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No, I didn't fulfill my potential on the day at all: I felt too good by the end of it; I under performed because I was too concerned about crashing or developing hypothermia . In hindsight, I just have just gone for it. I would have been better off doing that, in fact.
I'm well used to the vagaries of the weather, but this was something else, the sort of day you don't expect at the time of year. Rather than testing my endurance, it simply tested my ability to put up with the cold and the wet, like an autumnal hike across Dartmoor might do. I didn't sign up expecting that, but that's just my bad luck.
I didn't say it was terrible that it actually happened; just that it was a shame because I didn't get to fulfill my training's potential on the day. Is that alright with you? Can I lament that things didn't work out as I hoped? Or am I obliged to take perverse pleasure in my (relative) suffering?
I'm no hard guy, okay, and conditions like that have me under the cosh. I dressed for it, but unless I wanted to sweat like a bastard under waterproofs, I had limited protection against a level of precipitation that I last saw in the tropics.